Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Even Luo Ting felt that Nian had gone a bit too far, so he gave her a coin without saying a word. Seeing his somewhat mischievous younger sister being disciplined, Shu also revealed a playful smile.

W and Skadi, on the other hand, are the ultimate foodies who just bury themselves in their food and eat it all. The former has been eating potatoes every day for so long that she's finally indulging in meat, while the latter simply uses eating as a way to relax and relieve stress.

As for the guests who were trying this spicy food for the first time, most of them said that this form of Yan cuisine was acceptable. However, Elena seemed to be determined to prove something, not only eating the red soup but also dipping it in a dry chili powder sauce.

The poor little bird puffed out her beak and her face turned red. The extreme spiciness almost brought tears to her eyes, and even Amiya's kind advice not to be stubborn was to no avail.

In stark contrast to Elena, the Doctor and Precyth, whose sense of taste had become dulled due to their long hibernation, sought stimulation for their numb taste buds little by little, fearing that these oily, reddish foods were not spicy enough.

Spicy food is essentially a form of pain, but the doctor is a tough person who can make instant noodles with her mouth, so this bit of spiciness is nothing to her.

The table was laden with Iberian red wine, Captain Morgan's Sailor rum (which Lotin used to drink most often), and rice wine brought from his own collection.

Halfway through their drinking contest with Ling, Dario and Carmen took the opportunity to leave, citing busy work. They realized they were simply not qualified to drink with this Miss Ling from Yan, so they wisely left before they got too drunk.

As for Elene, she seems to be stationed at the Lotin estate as the official liaison for Iberia, so she hasn't left yet, but instead quietly drinks grape juice after being overwhelmed by the spiciness.

Quessina, however, was not so lucky. She had intended to use her Originium Arts to sober up and get Ling drunk, thus eliminating one of her competitors. But Ling's rice wine was the kind that slowly boils a frog in water; by the time Quessina felt the need to sober up, she was already drunk.

"Your Excellency Gonggong, shall we... shall we move to another place and continue our drinking?"

She was still slightly tipsy and a bit dazed, but Luo Ting's next words quickly snapped her back to reality, like a bucket of cold water.

"Miss Ling, I already have an appointment today."

Lotin gently pushed away Ling, who reeked of alcohol. He had already promised Skadi that his time today would belong to her.

"I really don't know what's so good about that man."

As soon as Precys finished speaking, a muffled thud was heard. It turned out that the Doctor, who had a very low alcohol tolerance, had passed out drunk on the table.

Seeing this, Loting came over and gently picked up the Doctor, taking her back to her room to rest. He also placed a bottle of mana potion on her bedside table as a health drink to relieve her hangover headache.

Ling seemed a little dejected because of Luo Ting's words, but this state did not last long. She knew that there were some topics that Luo Ting could only talk about with her, such as state of mind and attitudes toward the "mundane world". She believed that Luo Ting could only find resonance with her on these topics, and she herself also longed to find resonance with Luo Ting on these topics.

As for today, ha, let today's Lotin belong to some lucky Agorian!

After Lotin saw Clementa off and had his helpers clean up the dinner party, it was already evening. The horizon of the sea was scorched by the sunset over Terra, turning it completely orange.

Skadi sat upright on a rock on the beach, the hunter's long, muscular legs dangling along the contours of the rock, the sunset reflecting on the silver lyre, a gift from Lotin.

The waves crashed against the rocks, and Lotin's hunter began to pluck the strings. Unlike Skadi in the original work, the melody his Skadi plucked was not a sad song of wandering, but a gentler and deeper song, a young girl's love words, an eternal vow.

Lotin sat there beneath the rocks, quietly appreciating the melody Skadi played just for him, until the last rays of the sunset faded away and the two white moons of Terra hung high in the sky.

Skadi finished her performance and leaped off the rocks. The barefoot Agor beauty stepped onto the white sand that shimmered in the moonlight and gave Lotin a charming smile.

"Lauren Tina once told me that you were tone-deaf, but I think she was completely talking nonsense."

Loting responded with applause and praise without reservation.

Lotin was surprised to find that long ago, when he first fell asleep in Skadi's arms on Rhodes Island, the scene in his dream was no different.

"Today I belong to you, my Skadi."

Lotin reached out his hand to Skadi, who remained silent, simply taking his hand and guiding him into the sea. At that moment, Lotin, like a sailor bewitched by the mermaid's song, was pulled into the sweet abyss beneath the waves, and was swallowed up by the white spray in an instant.

Having become a deep-sea titan, Lotin naturally no longer worried about breathing underwater, so he simply handed his body over to Skadi, letting his hunter carry him through the ocean.

The descent continued until they passed through the darkness beyond the reach of moonlight and saw light again. These strange, symbiotic plants emitted a mesmerizing bioluminescence, even more dazzling than the light of the Netherworld.

This is a phosphorescent palace built by the queen of the Great Group for herself and her lover. The palace gardens are filled with scaly corals and strangely shaped, wrist-like flowering plants. Specialized servants weave indigo ribbons like sea sprites. Skadi, like a mermaid, leads Lotin to a garden nurtured by the Great Group, a secret garden that belongs only to her and Lotin.

"Do you like it here, darling?"

Skadi and Lotin can communicate through the system chat interface, so they can talk to each other casually even in the water.

"Of course, this place is like a fairyland in a dream. Most importantly, my Skadi is here."

Lotin still held Skadi's hand tightly, and Skadi was also in high spirits. Her eyes were charming and dangerous, as if she wanted to keep Lotin here forever, to possess him alone. This love was a sweet abyss.

Lotin, on the other hand, is a madman who is obsessed with such heavy emotions. He revels in accepting such feelings and, in turn, keeps the other person firmly under his control. This is the case with his relationship with Laurentina, and it is also the case with his relationship with Skadi.

Skadi was indeed the ruler of the caravan, the queen of the caravan, but Lothin was far more powerful than the caravan. Skadi's dominance was only because Lothin pampered her and was willing to cater to her whims to please her.

“I also want your secret, just like Laurentina knows.”

“Luo Ting, this is my original name, the only true name among my countless names.”

“Loting, I’m so happy. Now I’m just like Laurentina.”

“I was so scared when you held Laurentina in your arms. I was afraid you would abandon me, abandon me, this monster who only brings curses and misfortune.”

Skadi leaned contentedly on Lotin's shoulder, fully revealing her innermost feelings.

"Thank you for accepting everything about me and protecting everything about me. You broke the curse on the Deep Sea Hunter and helped me purify Isamara's poisonous blood."

Back in Lungmen, it was Lotin who pulled Skadi back from Isamara's whispers.

"It was your and the Doctor's help that allowed me to prey on Isamara, not Isamara that preyed on me."

"I am now freed from the hunter's endless hunting duties and nomadic life. Thank you, my dear."

"I will always be by your side, forever and ever."

They talked a lot, about the sailors' amusing stories, about Agor the electrician's amusing stories, and what Skadi now considered amusing about the large flock, until Skadi once again shortened the distance between her and Lotin. They embraced, they kissed, they longed for each other, they merged passionately, until they sank together into a dream surrounded by glowing sea sprites.

When Lotin awoke, his hunter was sleeping contentedly beside her, and he could feel Skadi's delicate skin and supple softness, as well as her body temperature, which seemed even warmer in the icy seawater.

Lotin dressed Skadi in a pure white, priestess-like robe, then gently carried her and swam towards the sea. Skadi frowned slightly, seemingly still immersed in yesterday's sweet moments, but Lotin simply squeezed Skadi's delicate hand, and she obediently cooperated with Lotin's movements to return to the surface.

"Skadi, if you wake up, get down and walk by yourself."

Laurentina looked unwell, as if she hadn't slept all night. All she knew was that Lotin had spent the entire night with Skadi. If she knew that Skadi and Lotin had met in a secret garden in the sea, Laurentina's reaction might be more than just "unwell".

Hearing Laurentina's urging, Skadi rubbed her sleepy eyes and reluctantly left Lotin's embrace.

That's right, now Lotin can carry Skadi without any pressure using only his main body.

"So, what have you all done?"

"Shark, this is a secret."

Skadi never imagined she'd be able to turn the tables and tease Laurentina one day. She gave Laurentina a meaningful smile, then grabbed Lotin's hand and ran towards the restaurant.

Chapter 313: What is Desired

Skadi, a former top electrician, certainly had the ability to install additional cooking modules and program the relevant self-regulation into these little helpers, but this time Lotin wanted to cook breakfast for his guests himself, so he only let the little helpers take care of some of the material preparation.

Loting's pre-transmigration habits and memories allowed him to prepare authentic Yan-style breakfasts, while his life as a sailor on the Fool's Ship made him familiar with preparing Iberian sailors' breakfasts, of course, the kind of dishes that would be prepared when the ship had ample supplies.

Cabbage, carrots, and turnips, along with some cured salted pack animal meat, Iberian specialties like saffron and crushed olives, a touch of paprika, and garlic aioli, are combined with rice and stewed to make the famous Iberian risotto.

This was the first meal Lotin ate after arriving in Terra.

The Yan-style food that Luo Ting prepared consisted of red oil made from the leftover spices from stir-frying the hot pot base, soy sauce and Sichuan peppercorn oil brought by Shu, and a noodle soup base made from crushed peanuts prepared yesterday. Luo Ting even went out of his way to specially brew bone broth.

Thanks to the millet that brought bundles of noodles, otherwise Lotin would have had to make a strange substitute with the hard Iberian noodles.

This food was the last meal Lotin ate before he came to Terra.

Lotin, who used to be completely encased in his shell and relied almost entirely on Laurentina to take care of his daily needs, now has the ability and leisure to expose himself outside his shell for extended periods and personally cook a meal for his hunters.

The Doctor, Quesasina, and others, who had just woken up from their hangovers, came downstairs to the restaurant. Elena was surprised by the authenticity of Lottin's cooking, since Lottin's Iberian risotto was, in some ways, a recipe from 60 years ago.

"Miss Skadi seems to have had a good night."

The Doctor continued to stimulate her taste buds with the spicy noodles. Even without adding vinegar, the noodles seemed sour and spicy. Skadi's energy and spirit today were enough for the Doctor to understand what had happened last night, which made her extremely envious.

However, this did not destroy the doctor's confidence and base of support. Compared to the hunters of Lotin, he had irreplaceable and unique qualities.

"That's true, Doctor of Rhodes Island."

Skadi, with the air of a victor, affectionately accepted Luo Ting's offer of food.

After breakfast, feeling dizzy, Quessina cast a healing Originium Arts spell on herself, as it was still a workday and she was busy with her affairs in Kazdel.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Miss Quessina."

Lotin also gave Quessina several bottles of mana potions and witchcraft concoctions.

"No matter what, you are still my subject. If your health is ruined because of Ling's nonsense, then I will have to settle this score with her."

As a legendary swordswoman of the Sarkaz, Quessina's physical abilities were naturally impeccable. It was just a pity that her drinking match was against this non-Terra human being.

Lottin had always seen Quessina's loyalty. She and Margaret were among the few people who could earn Lottin's trust solely based on their loyalty, and he could not possibly mistreat such a devoted subject.

However, the feelings this subject held for him may not have been limited to that of a ruler and subject. As the Demon King, Lottin brought unprecedented stability and development opportunities to the Sarkaz. As an individual, Lottin was also her benefactor. As a result, Quessina regarded Lottin as one of the greatest figures in the history of the Sarkaz. This extreme personality cult seems to have subtly blurred some boundaries.

"It is my honor to receive such a favor from Your Highness."

Quessina's mood improved somewhat as a result. She respectfully accepted the Demon King's gift and prepared to leave Iberia and return to Kazdel.

"If you have any confusion or feel tired, you are welcome to come and rest for a few days."

Lotin smiled as he saw Quessina off. After being freed from the cycle of sin by the Exorcist and successfully improving the medical care of the Sarkaz, Quessina was noticeably more cheerful than before, which was certainly a good thing for her personally.

"Little bird of Iberia, what's the meaning of your attire?"

Lotin turned his head and saw Elena, who had changed into a maid outfit. He remembered that this outfit was supposed to be just a costume in the original story.

“Aren’t you the liaison? I don’t need maids here. No matter how capable you are, can you be more capable than Agor’s little helper?”

"It's just a disguise, a disguise!"

The dress clearly made Elena feel somewhat embarrassed and shy, and she explained that it was to conceal her identity as a judge from the outside world.

"If I really asked you to do some routine work, would you do it?"

Lotin had only made a small joke at the cocky little bird's expense, but the bird's reaction was far more intense than he had expected. Perhaps because of her status in Iberia, Eline had to swallow back her response to Lotin's teasing.

"Please feel free to ask me anything that is within my power."

Elena gracefully lifted her skirt, indicating that she had received domestic service training for this job.

"Alright, alright, I won't make things difficult for you, little bird of Iberia. You can do as you please, but don't interfere too much. I believe you can handle this limit, Judge Elene."

Lotin's true form was far less imposing than when he was wearing the Nautilus shell, but the depth of his eyes was even greater. Although they were as calm and gentle as a tranquil sea, the immense pressure still made Eleanor breathless.

“I will keep that in mind, Mr. Nautilus.”

For a fleeting moment, Eleanor recalled the nightmare she had experienced after first meeting Nautilus at the outpost, but she quickly regained her composure, knowing that Nautilus's promises were entirely trustworthy.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, Lotin noticed that someone had finished their meal even more hastily than Xi, and that Gretia was standing alone on the second-floor balcony, gazing at the sea.

"Is the breakfast I made not to your liking?"

Lotin quietly appeared behind Goredia and posed a mundane question to her.

"As far as the dishes on land are concerned, you have done your best."

Greta bowed slightly, praising Lottin's cooking skills in what she considered a very polite way.

“You seem to be preoccupied. Leaving Agor doesn’t seem to have gotten you what you wanted, Gladys. You’ve paid your tithes, and I have an obligation to know your true needs.”

Grandia looked at Lotin with a blank expression. The mission she had carried throughout her life was gone. She wanted to break free from her mother's control, but she didn't know what kind of life she really wanted after breaking free from her mother's control.

She even began to envy Elene, envying that she had responsibilities and missions to pursue.

But if you think like that, wouldn't all your resistance and your escape be in vain?

Her mission was over, but the mission her mother had given her would lead Agor to her own ends. At this point, she was like a PTSD veteran who couldn't fit into society and felt lost and disoriented.

“I can take you away from your mother, but staying with me will not give you freedom, Gretia.”

Loting also leaned against the white stone railing, looking up at the sky.

"I am the same kind of person as Heratia."

"Greteia, what do you want from me?"

Loting's question was direct and blunt, yet sincere and to the point.

Like Laurentina and Skadi, Grandia is a Deepsea Hunter who has faced unimaginable terror from large groups of creatures for years, enduring immense physical and psychological stress. It is understandable that she would yearn for a warm sanctuary and safe haven.

But unlike Skadi and Laurentina, she was burdened with excessive expectations from a young age. As a descendant of the Agor elite, she had to maintain her perfection at all times.

She grew tired of this life, so she chose to become a deep-sea hunter. But the life of a deep-sea hunter tormented her with even more terrible suffering. She persevered, and now she is free from such pain.

Heratia wanted her to continue playing the role of an Agorian elite who would give everything for Agor, but Gretia didn't want to, so she acted out of spite and chose to invite Lotin to the ball.

In her view, Loting was an existence that no rules or common sense could restrict, so she chose to ask Loting for help, hoping to rely on this external force to break the balance. Loting responded to her expectations and refused her in an unconventional way.

Feeling lost and confused, Grétia, driven by her pride, stubbornly continued to demand that Lotin dance with her. Lotin accepted her whim and eventually agreed to her invitation.

At that moment, Goredia understood that Lotin did not see her as one of Agor's elites. He allowed Goredia to be willful like other girls, and he did not care whether Goredia was as perfect as Heratia demanded. In this way, Lotin aroused Goredia's interest and curiosity.